derailed

Valentine day came and went by..
our division -seeking society again got divided along new lines..
we love divisions..
we have readymade tools for chooping identites to simple mota-patla..,kala-gora..,chotu-lambu,..
in some cases it assumes macro proportions and people like Mayawati and Antulay saddle their political ambitions over these chasm..
but thats a debate for another times and another forum..
we are cool(yo yo) and concerned with cool divisions..:P
like IITian -non IITian, engineers -managers ,dudes vs non-dudes, (ch**iya,ga**du,*,**,***--take ur pick, who cares..)
so its a refreshing kind of demarcation that dawns on 14th feb and gets whole media and likes of shri ram sena romping..

at times I think what havoc this adrenaline thing has wreaked on human body
Now I am yet to meet a man who sees another guy with a beautiful girl and wishes him great..
For that thing you have to be impotent or father of the guy..
No .. best friends don’t qualify too..
So what do you do..
The most likely case you just pretend to ignore ..Pretend...
Or May be u reach for your cell –phone and let the girl in your life know how blessed you are to have her ..and how much u miss her..and all that..just the kind of annual premium you pay for your insurance.
Or if you are not that lucky you catch up with your pals sometime and drink and talk about the last chic..

Or you join shri ram sena and end up getting pinky..now I would not waste any more words on guys of that ilk ..that would be using too much of shift+8 Enter..and diagnosis of their psyche is lame still...Oscars and polls are better deal any day..
I tried to think of the most plausible reactions of so called singles ..
Obviously we are talking of urban demographics..
You roam with a girl in rural settings of north –india..chances are you would get lynched in “honor killing”
God knows whose honor..no roads , no safe drinking water , no education ..so much for honor thing..
my phases of singlehood and doublehood have a strong affinity to moon..
no romantic pun there.. waxing and waning of moon finds symbolism in my love life..love lives actually

I tried to edge into the assorted motley of my experiences and what I came up with is meekly narrated above
Second half is grimmer..
Our love less chap tries to find solace in office ..Boss has thrown a valentine party...that thinning hairline no deterrent to the event management enthusiasm...why is guys start getting desperate as they grow old..Curious case..
He tries to splurge in the riches of Nike and pantaloons ( shopping has been hailed as a supreme urban cathartic exercise)but here again he sees special valentine collections..
.he enters to catch a sci-fic only to molest his ears by the inexplicable sounds emanating from the adjacent chairs...
He calls up his nicest friend ( why is that nicest friend always supposed to be single) only to find call waiting lady sweetly asking to ..well.. wait what else...barge into the phone and grab him by the throat and yell...bloody !!!!!
And he doesn’t even think of passing by that Barista or CCD across the street..no one had done as much favor to the lover’s party than Dhirubhai and coffee brewers...actually CCD is quite overt about it ...”a lot can happen over coffee”
Hell..we know that too well...over chair..over table..dont give that crap... just bring down your rate list... that hurts more..
My proverbial clichéd train of thought just got derailed by sudden intrusion of lobby populace trying to suck me in their awesome plan of dev d tonight ...
Rest of this will follow soon,,,